The voice from the Sierra Madre Oriental
and the entrance to our
Quinta Tesoro de
la Sierra Madre

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

New Miss Flukie Award Announcement

NEW MISS FLUKIE AWARDnamed for a useless parasitic animal, known as a fluke, which is a member of the trematode groupof disgusting, slimy slugs.

FLUKE

THE FLUKIE IS AWARDED TO THOSE SPECIAL INDIVIDUALS WHO CAN, WITH PERFECT NARCISSISTIC, HYPOCRITICAL SELF-ABSORPTION CONDEMN ANYONE OR EVERYONE FOR A PRACTICE THAT HE or SHE PRACTICES. ONE MAY ALSO WIN A "FLUKIE" BY DEMANDING OR ACCEPTING SOMETHING TO WHICH THE WINNER HAS ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT NOR JUSTIFICATION.

DEBBIE WASSERMAN SHULTZ

CHAIRMAN of the DEMOCRAT NATIONAL COMMITTEE

and CONGRESSIONAL REPRESENTATIVE FOR THE 20th

DISTRICT of FLORIDA, FREE THINKER EXTRAORDINAIRE

RECIPIENT OF THE LIFE-TIME AWARD AS A REAL LIVE FLUKI with OAK LEAF CLUSTERS FOR CHRONICMENDACITY, ARROGANCE, ILLOGICAL BLATHER,

AND HYPOCRICY UNDER NO PARTICULAR FIRE.

This is our winner. Debbie Wasserman Schultz. She jumps on the bones of some Mormon dude because he has off-shore accounts. She says that such a practice is terrible and shows that the Mormon dude is insensitive to the masses who pay no taxes and who want free food, free housing, free medical attention, and free pet birth control and grief counselling. The problem, of course, is that Miss Debbie shovels money off-shore as part of her portfolio. When asked about the dufus expression in the above photograph, taken shortly after she had to affirm that she was taking food out of the mouths of baby polar bears and pre-kinder lesbian Eskimoes, she said that the garter-pistol she carries illegally just decided to discharge, hitting her in the foot.

We continue to try to stay on top of the never-ending gift of Democrat National Socialist Workers' Party, but it is such an avalanche that my fingers become sore from typing.

Quinta Tesoro de la Sierra Madre

Click on the Gate to Enterour website which describes our fascinating, all adobe home and miniature nature preserve in rural Mexico. We are deep in the interior, nestledup against the massive Sierra Madre Oriental mountain range. The visitor will find explanations, descriptions, menus, prices for stays of three nights or more. You will enjoy scenes that show a pleasantlyrustic, retro life-style that seems to cure many of the ills of our visitors. Our place is also a birdwatcher's dream come true. And, best of all, we have only one guest room, with its own private entrance and private bath. You will be the centre of attention!

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OROG Number

What is an OROG?

Once a person lands on our page, that individual becomes a member of the Order of Readers of the Old Gringo, (OROG). There are no dues or assessments to pay, no meetings, no requirements. We are not associated with the KKK, the WCTU, Earth Liberation Federation, or the French Masons. We do have a distant connection with the Knights of the Golden Circle and hold the maps to the burial sites of 34 tonnes of Confederate Gold, and 1,000 tonnes of Mexican Imperial Silver coinage from the collapse of the Reign of Maximillian von Hapsburg, Emperor of Mexico, 1863 - 1867. All kidding aside, we are acerbic, but we do not bite. We do believe in our antiquated philosophy, but we try not to torture our prisoners excessively.

El Gringo Viejo

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Wise Words

"Communism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy. Its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill

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"Be sure you are right, then go ahead"

"I bark at no man's bid. I will never come and go, fetch and carry, at the whistle of the Great Man in the White House, no matter who he is."

"I told the people of my district that I would serve them as faithfully as I had done. But, if such was not to be, then you may all go to Hell, and I shall go to Texas!"David Hawkins Crockett________________________________

And on and on it goes. The more the Government gives away, the more it takes, and the less Americans do for themselves, until finally, like Europe, there is nobody left to do anything, and there is nobody left to pay for, the nothing that is not done.

And, yes, Virginia, there truly is a Santa Claus. So long as there is happiness, kindness, charity, generousity, and the Spirit of Fellowship, Santa Clause will be there, representing those noble things, and he will always move in a spiritual way to provoke humankind to goodness.El Gringo Viejo________________________________

“There is another class of coloured people who make a business of keeping the troubles, the wrongs, and the hardships of the Negro race before the public. Having learned that they are able to make a living out of their troubles, they have grown into the settled habit of advertising their wrongs — partly because they want sympathy and partly because it pays. Some of these people do not want the Negro to lose his grievances, because they do not want to lose their jobs.”

Booker Tallaferro Washington

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It is impossible to make a poor man rich by making a rich man poor.

Abraham Lincoln

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El Gringo Viejo: a fair description

Life for El Gringo Viejo began on the Texas-Mexico frontier, near McAllen, Texas literally on a real, live farm. The farmer, as one might imagine, was his father, who had moved with his parents from Gwinner, Sargent County, North Dakota in 1915 - 1916 period, down to the Lower Rio Grande Valley of Texas. (And yes, Virginia, that is the way Sargent County is spelled.)

His parents farmed in an area close to the new community named after its founder, called Ed Couch, in Hidalgo County of Texas. After studies, and a stint in the 1st Cavalry, 12th Regiment (mounted), Headquarters Squadron of the United States Army...riding horses back and forth along the Rio Grande from the late 1920s and early 1930s.

His Father established his farming and citrus grove-care operation just north of McAllen, Texas, and my Mother was a housewife and a professional woman....a learned, eloquent, well-read woman.

They were educated people, my father winding up as a Superintendent of a major school/facility of the Texas Department of Mental Health and Mental Retardation in Austin, Texas after a twenty year career in education at the secondary level. He had degrees in History, Psychology, and Education Administration.

El Gringo Viejo is the last of three children, all males. Number one was Milton, who was born in 1936 and died in a vehicular incident in 1988. He was narcoleptic. He held a doctorate in geography from Louisiana State University and was head of the Department there for a good while.

Number two is Norman who was born during the WWII situation in 1942 and became an important Republican political engineer and fundraiser.

My arrival was in 1947, and I was destined to confound my parents and all those around me. Educated entirely in public schools in McAllen, skipping the third grade, and stumbling out of my high school in the upper 90% of a class of 606.

Attended and graduated from Southwest Texas State University (now named Texas State University, unfortunately), being one of the few conservatives to graduate out of the School of Sociology, although my treatment at the hands of my tormentor-professors was not so unpleasant in those days. Emphasis of studies were social demography, and Latin American Affairs with a concentration on Mexico's history and current political evolution, with a minors in History, Geography, and Political Science.

El Gringo Viejo is one of the old, unreconstructed high-church Episcopalians. Politically, he is very fundamentally conservative. He prefers Baseball to football, and considers that baseball with a designated hitter for the pitcher should be called "poofy-ball". Favourite major league team of all times? The Brooklyn Dodgers of the 1950s. It will never be the same again. El Gringo Viejo's father was born to a Hudson Valley-type girl and a man who had lost two older brothers who served in the Pennsylvania 96th Regiment of Volunteer Infantry during the War Between the States.

The surnamed line (Newton) originated from East Anglia, not far from a place called Washington in northeastern England. They came into Boston Harbour, Massachusetts in 1642 (the 1st voyage of the Mayflower had overbooked), and settled there and in Maine as well as spreading out to Vermont, New York, and Pennsylvania, over the generations for the first 220 years. The Hudson Valley people were principally Celto-Teutonics types from Saxony and Prussia, establishing and settling along the Hudson River from around what is Catskill County northward to Duchess and Rennselaer Counties around a place named Red Hook. The main group came in during the early 1650s. My mother's people were another English line of long-term Southern and Tennessee people, from the Eastern part of that State, who originally came in during the 1660s through Virginia and North Carolina, and finally into Eastern Tennessee, settling in and around a county to be named Franklin, and helping to establish the city of Winchester. Almost all of these people originated from southwestern England, near the frontier with Wales.

Only recently did we verify that she had many people involved in the service of the Confederacy. One died in northern Mississippi, another was severely wounded and succumbed finally in 1869, and another hung around in an Ohio POW camp (Camp Chase) for about 13 months, while three others were either wounded or died in action. Another five made it through relatively unscathed.

Almost all were, oddly enough, related to the great-grand uncles and gggg-grandfathers down to gg-grandfathers of Rush Limbaugh. The gggg-grandfather came into the Colonies in the early 1740s from a Prussia and Saxony background, and served in both civilian and military capacities to the Continental government and Army. He was the XO of a Militia Battalion of 3,000 Pennsylvania effectives.

A grandson of his settled in Tennessee after the War for Independence against King George III. So Rush and I share grandfathers, four generations deep on the American Continent.

It should be stated here that were I to be called to declare, my allegiance would still be with the Southern Cause, although I bear no rancor against those who feel the same about their instinct to maintain a Union that, oddly enough, would have remained closer if we had separated, and each gone the ways of their own yearning. The last of the English (El Gringo Viejo's) line came during the time between the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812. They left County Wicklow, where they had been involved, apparently, in that peculiar Anglo - Scots/Irish practice of making whiskey by the use of peat for fuel. They were also involved in the business of production and processing of various types of grains as well as the production of whiskey, gin, and beer. By their surnames one would know that, while coming out of Ireland, they were actually English, one with the surname of Christian and the wife, Webster. They had, in fact, married in Christ's Church Cathedral, Anglican, in downtown Dublin in 1796. They landed in New York, set up shop in the City among previously arrived relatives, and then in Albany. They wound up in the 2nd generation in and around Minneapolis (St. Anthony) Minnesota, and Racine, Wisconsin. My particular line went from New York to Alabama, then North Carolina, and then Wisconsin to join up with the rest of the extended family, finally in Minnesota, before the War Between the States. The Time Line of entry of all lines of my children's blood ancestry on their mother's side in the New World begins in 1568, when Spaniards of mixed Hebraic and Iberian peoples, and others of ancestry from Portugal, Galicia, and southern Spain enter into what was to become Monclova and Saltillo, Coahuila. They are brought under the auspices of the Explorer, Conquistador, and Colonizer Jose Luis Carvajal y de la Cueva, with elements settling in Lampazos, in Palofox (Texas), Cerralvo, and Revilla on the Rio Bravo. Also, the Count of the Sierra Gorda, Col. Jose de Escandon brought another group of Spanish, Portuguese, and Azoreans in the early 175os, settling along the Rio Bravo (Grande), and then on the north (Texas) side, spreading up to what is now Yorktown, Texas (near San Antonio de Bexar, more or less) before and during the Texas Republican period. My children and theirs are qualified to join the Daughters of the American Revolution, the Sons of Liberty, The Sons of the Grand Army of the Union, The Sons of Confederate Veterans, and the Daughters of the Confederacy.LIKE?

Cats, and then dogs.

Fishing, even a bit of bird watching, now and then.

Really good music..antique, old, 1950s and early 1960s rock and roll, classical - Hayden, Mozart, Beethoven, both Strauses, and many others, African tribal sounds, Mexican bolero...mariachis when they play out-of-doors, some country and quite a bit of the old western (Sons of the Pioneers, the Texas Ploughboys, Marty Robbins "Gunfighter Ballads, for instance.), even some of my own piano works, bagpipes, Enya, marimba, Caribe.

The Gershwins' Porgy and Bess always seemed to me to have been, and remains, a true masterpiece of Americana.

Firearms, smooth running small equipment, old autos that respond to repair and upkeep and keep going. Used to have BMWs and so forth, but being old helps tone things down a bit.

Antiques, and antiquities...Meso-American archeology...and religious history. Formal religious services among the Orthodox..as in Anglican, Roman, Orthodox and Conservative Jewish services and celebrations. Hard to find, now.

Overnight radio, rightwing talk radio until it becomes overly tedious and repetitive.

Weather and climate.

And strangely during the past few years, cooking...not just barbequeing...but actually dishing up gourmet-type stuff....and gardening to a purpose.

We grow a lot of our own spices for our little bed and breakfast and we specialise in flowerng plants, bushes, and trees that attract bees and literally hundreds of species of common to extremely rare birds to our place.

Lifelong Republican, honourably discharged - United States Army (conscripted).

Now drifted into the position of favouring the amicable withdrawal of Texas from the American Union. My grandchildren are 15th generation Coahuila/Texas by my wife and 8th generation Texas by me and my will is to have them answer for the debt of Texas and not for the debts incurred by the National Socialists who have taken possession of the central government in Washington, D.C.DISLIKES? Any kind of socialism...bolshevik, national, marxist, social democratic, Trotskyite, progressive, ....and any kind of socialist.

The Ku Klux Klan and such types who figure that they have to hate somebody because of how he was born. They are just role players, resucitated by the Communist Party USA in the 1920s, whose members are fueled by a well deserved sense of inferiority.

And almost all social activism.

Almost all labour union officers and almost all labour unions.

Public assistance of any kind. All welfare and/or charity should and must be privately handled in order to avoid the trap wherein we have fallen, that being the multigenerational slide into the abyss of forlorn hopelessness that is government slavery and dependence. That slide is cheerfully supported by politicians who love to buy votes with other peoples' money.

Lotteries operated by governments.

Litter, filth, graffiti, gangs, and waiting in line for people using food stamps whil'st they argue with the cashier about how they "need" this or that to be covered...when they have three carts with 450 USD of snacks and things we cannot afford because we are in an 'upper income" category.

Church reformers who want to change my church instead of them going to another church and just leaving me alone.

Medications for boys who are over-active, and medications in general.

Lite beer, lite Coca Cola, fat-free, lo-cal, artificial sugars and sweeteners, anything marked "healthy" on food packages, sugar-free, margarine, and driving 23 miles to buy gasoline over there because it is 2 cents per gallon cheaper.

Any government programme designed to help anybody; 94% of the time the programme winds up morphing into some kind of monster. Then liberals and do-gooders will propose another programme, twice a costly, to cure the ills caused by the first cure-all.

Officiousness, and the term "non-profit", as if there is some kind of moral superiority in the failure to produce wealth.

Physical abuse of an animal, an extraterrestrial, a child, slave, woman, or anything like a tractor or power tool, firearm, sewing machine, or an auto, etc. Loud and/or sharp noises, especially when such noises have no particular purpose.

Wasting anything, from paper towels to Clorox to cake and cookie batter...anything. And....waiting in a line.